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Femeie care dormi in polenul florilor…

Era noapte. Stateam stransi sub marele stejar de lacrimi. Greierul canta. Cum de stia, singuratic, ca noi copiii fara lumina, o sa vorbim curand?

Unele fiinte au o semnificatie care ne scapa. Cine sunt ele? Taina lor face parte din zona cea mai adanca a tainei vietii insesi. El se apropie de ea.

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